I also know that a few of you think it’s a girl! And that I’m ‘away getting some international poontang’. Well, to the handful of you that jumped to such a despicable conclusion, SHAME ON YOU!

Actually it’s a he (and he is flexible but that’s because he’s a gymnast). In fact, I’m sorry to disappoint, but I’m actually getting so little ‘inbred booty’ (obviously not my turn of phrase…) that I keep hoping that he’ll set me up with some suitably-Faroese female flesh. But alas, being a fellow geek, I don’t think he’s going to come through with the goods. But there’s time yet…!

He’s actually very similar to me, but instead of learning to program computers he picked up gymnastics instead (something I was actually quite into when I was younger, believe it or not! I could front- and back-flip with the best of them!)

Anyway, here’s a pretty (and slightly-edited to make him look more awesome) photo of him doing a handstand on a rock some way out to sea:

And now one of me being no where near as daring. In fact I’m doing a bit of a twirl here — like in Singing in the Rain where he twirls, looking up into the rain, a smile on his face.

Finally, because, well, I’m a photographer and I like to take pretty photos, here’s a beautiful photo of the roiling and ferociousAtlantic ocean:

The G! festival begins today; they squeeze about 10,000 people onto a stretch of beach that, in the Western world, wouldn’t hold more than 10 or 15 sunbathers. I believe we’ll be visiting by boat and anchoring just off the coast. From there we’ll have a perfect vantage point to observe the moshingly-crazy Faroese.

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I am impressed you managed to do anything other than stand on such a precarious rock. We’ll work up to a heel click one day, don’t you worry. It’s all in the take off and best not attempted in wellies.

I never can tell with Americans if they’re being straight or if they’re one of the scant few that have developed the ability to be sarcastic *narrows eyes at Elizabeth*

I have a nice one Renee, which I’ll share tomorrow!

We’re staying on the BOAT, Mel…! Not mingling with the thronging, trampling masses. I believe there will be beer and a picnic basket. Or the Faroese equivalent of a picnic basket — probably pieces of dried fish hung from the boat’s ladders…

shame on me. I am behind on blog reading, which is probably why I have no idea what this host business is about. and for that, I apologize. But I do think those are some amazing pics. and an amazing handstand! wish I could!

I don’t know what’s up with the blog, Kali — I’ll investigate some more when I get home. No one else has mentioned anything so it’s likely a localised issue, or just between my site and Ireland!

I keep meaning to post a photo of my host; but he is just hunkered down on some rock, it’s hardly a show of his flexibility. But he’s a free-runner, ‘Parkour’ — you know, jumping between buildings, backflipping from roofs, that kind of thing.

I can’t do a handstand either Sarah. Or a chin-up. I can just about do a push-up, if I try hard. Cock push-ups on the other hand…